Florence, May 2009
I miss Italy, again.
Sometimes I don't even like to think about our trip because it makes me sad I am not there.
Last night I had a dream about Italy and I woke up feeling so melancholy.
What is that? Why do I feel that?
I find myself longing to go back, to do everything I can to raise money to go back.
I even question the future, like do I really want to get married? Do I really want to "settle down"?
I want to see the world, I don't want to be comfortable in one place, I want to live everywhere.
Maybe that is my future, maybe it is not.
In this situation I need to trust God.
He knows.